Envy Always Implies Conscious Inferiority Wherever It

No Mortal Man, Moreover Is Wise At All Moments.

This Only Is Certain, That There Is Nothing Certain.

There Is An Herb Named In Latine Convolvulus (i.e. With Wind), Growing Among Shrubs And Bushes, With Carrieth A Flower Not Unlike To This Lilly, Save That It Yeeldeth No Smell Nor Hath Those Chives Within; For Whitenesse They Resemble One Another Very Much, As If Nature In Making This Floure Were A Learning And Trying Her Skill How To Frame The Lilly Indeed.

Grief Has Limits, Whereas Apprehension Has None. For We Grieve Only For What We Know Has Happened, But We Fear All That Possibly May Happen.

Such Is The Audacity Of Man, That He Hath Learned To Counterfeit Nature, Yea, And Is So Bold As To Challenge Her In Her Work.